S. T. Francis
LET me sing, for the glory of heaven
Like a sunbeam has swept o’er my heart;
I would praise Thee for sins all forgiven,
For Thy love, which shall never depart.
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If Thy works praise Thee, Giver of good,
If the sun shines his praise unto Thee,
If the wind, as it sighs through the wood,
Makes a murmur of song from each tree,
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Then these lips, sure, a tribute shall bring,
Though unworthy the praises must be;
Shall all nature be vocal and sing,
And no psalm of rejoicing from me?
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O wonderful, glorious Redeemer!
I would worship Thee, Saviour Divine;
And rejoice, though surrounded with praises,
Thou wilt still hear a song such as mine:
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A song of a sinner forgiven,
And a song that is music to Thee;
A song of a pilgrim to heaven,
Yes, a song from a sinner like me.